Bree couldn't see anything. There was no light in the cave she was in.
Her head throbbed from the earlier attack and she could feel the corse ropes that bound her hands and feet and the cold, wet rock beneath her.
She tried squirming around but quickly found that she was in a nice round hole about two feet deep. There was no way to climb out with out being about to stand up or use her hands.
Bree considered yelling for help, but the fact that her kidnapper hadn't gagged her told her that she could scream herself horse and no one would ever hear her. She had tried, but the sound just shot back at her and hurt her ears.
When she was very quite she could hear rushing water and a slow drip.
Bree was almost asleep when she heard the footsteps.
"Hello?" She called into the dark, " Who's there?"
There was no answer. Bree once again struggled against the ropes binding her. If only she could get out maybe she could get the best of her attacker and run away.
The foot steps stopped and there was a rasp of steel on leather.
"Please let me go. Please. I didn't do anything to you! I have a boyfriend and a - " Bree screamed as the knife cut through her leg.
Her attacker laughed at took his time drawing lines of red into her skin.
The last thing Bree heard was his laughter and her screams.
